“I shall rise and shine” — September 16, 2018

“I shall rise and shine”

Don’t worry about the random bold words. They aren’t for you.😛

Woke up to the sound of birds praising their Lord.

Woke up to the sunlight exploding from the white blinds.

Woke up to the smell of chai and toast.

Woke up to the giggles of my little brother.

Woke up with a quality that needs to be erased.

Woke up to the thought of December, APS attack.

Woke up with the thought that it’s my duty to spread the tiny bit of positivity I grow and loose.

We need to remember to smile. To feel the peace in nature. To remember we’re still alive. To remember that Allah gave us another chance to be closer to Him. To correct our previous mistakes. To be more appreciative and grateful. To not worry about how cliché this post might seem. 😂 Because what matters most is writing. Sigh.💔 I just hope I never stop writing, because the thoughts in my head can be lethal. Writing is important. What comes after it is secondary, you can keep it forever. You can burn it, like it never existed. Or you can share it, if you want. What matters most is letting the thoughts seep out of your being into the blank paper that yearns to be inked. ( In my case, inked by Inky lol, I’m so lame. Khair.)

Alhamdulillah.
Alhamdulillah ala kulle haal.

7:22 bus ride to Uni.☀

 INKY❄

 

 

Homo sapien means wise man, but are we? — February 11, 2017

Homo sapien means wise man, but are we?

Us ‘Home sapiens‘ are worse than vampires or werewolves. Since we shamelessly devour the flesh of our dead brother.

In this post eating the flesh of our dead brother is referring to backbiting aka Gheeba.

Allah says (interpretation of the meaning):

“neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting). And fear Allah. Verily, Allah is the One Who forgives and accepts repentance, Most Merciful” [49:12]

This is just a reminder for you and I to control our tongue. It is a powerful organ. You will be questioned for every word you utter. Like for every good words you say you will be rewarded. Just the same you will be punished for when you speak ill of others.

2014- Peshawar Attack — December 16, 2015

2014- Peshawar Attack

 

(With some encouragement I am finally publishing this.Sigh.)

The heading says it all.

I assume most of you know what this post is going to be about.

 

If I let them:

All  the scenes, can be replayed.

The numbers increasing,blood stained ground,cries of mother and dead bodies,in school.

All emotions,can be refelt.

Emotions being feeling depressed,being lost in the cave of devastation or perhaps just pure misery and shock.

All those thoughts,rushing again.Like  mustangs running from a wild forest fire.

Will come to life,again.

All those question will repeat.Maybe even repel and more questions perhaps will be reborn.

Not all maybe answered,satisfaction not quenched and that spark of hope harder to find.

Only if I let them!

 

 

I can recall some of the sentences that were repeatdly.

Dua is the only weapon we have – lets not forget its a strong one 🙂

This planet shouldn’t be called earth anymore because that’s where humanity and sanity existed!

I never knew angels could die until that day. 😥

InnaAllah ma’as sabireen!

I remember trying to escape the lava of comments on the social media with the title of the Volcano being PESHAWAR ATTACK.

I hoped a checking a friends blog post will get me distracted.

Unfortunately,what I feared and hoped not to happen was what exactly happened.

Toto  had this.

Maria had this.

But there was one thing that made me smile and I saw pinches of hope.It was a poem by Khulood Baha another blogger form WP.

She wrote the following poem:

YOU CAN’T STOP SPRING

It was a bright and very beautiful day,
when the kids of Peshawar made their way,
to their school, carrying their bags,
big and heavy on their backs…

On the sixteenth of December, in the bitter cold,
wearing hats and gloves, looking at their parents they told,
“I don’t want to go”, some persuaded,
others were used to it, for the bus they waited.

“It’s gonna be fun, you’ll enjoy”,
His mother assured, and kissed her boy.
Looking at her son, feeling proud,
waving as he faded into the crowd.

Little did she know, it was her last gaze,
her last moment with her son, or his last phase.

The Peshawar attack..

It all started when a couple of armed men showed,
frightening the kids, with their guns which they load.

Killing mercilessly, every innocent kid,
ignoring the fact that their faces weren’t hid.
As they say “Allahu Akbar”, and shooting,
accepting it my mind keeps refusing.

They went and never came back…
for their loss there’s no pay back..

Just for you to know..

You can crush the flowers
but can’t stop the spring,
you can posses all the powers,
but you can’t over-power the king.

You can destroy the nation,
but you can’t destroy Islam,
you can destroy the foundation,
but definitely not our Iman.


May the souls of the victims rest in peace…

Say Ameen.

I hope that put a smile on someones face.

Mein Aisi Qaum Se Hoon Jiske Woh Bachon Se Darta Hai.

Do read the following posts

https://shadowsofthedivine.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/an-open-letter-from-a-dead-child-to-his-mother-on-his-death-anniversary/

https://randomlyabstract.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/%D8%A8%D9%84%D9%B9-%D9%BE%D8%B1%D9%88%D9%81/

https://wordpress.com/read/post/feed/35334281/887033586

https://dreamslikebrokenglass.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/16-december-2014/

https://identity17.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/381/